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点击复制Before I'm Gone (Explicit) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole
Composed by：Jermaine Cole
Produced by：J. Cole
I hit the ** I told myself the last time would be my last
I don't trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast
Got my foot up on the gas got a hundred on the dash
If the police run up on me I ain't stopping for they a*s
Boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be next to my brother in the cell no bail for me
"Man let me out send me back to ******* that smell purdy"
And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready
Yeah buddy can't you tell I'm goin' through hell?
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with a soap and the towel I need cleansing
Bad ******* all on the prowl they need Benzes
P***y niggas running they mouth and we ain't flinching
They names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger than your whole team
You niggas so broke yet somehow you so green
I guess it's envy started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
Huh and one time for the city yeah
And two times for you hey
And one time for the city hey
And two times for you uhh
Look kid it's raining outside boy **** an umbrella
Niggas banging outside boy they guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased"Rest in Peace"
We tired of only having just a piece
And **** policing they killing niggas what's the reason?
His daughter starving and she ******* freezing
So no wonder why he ******* squeezing
They out here bussin' leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho
Breathing slow man I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some **** that's darker than the tints up on the windshield
Uh welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
**** is looking like an infield high as a Sprint bill
What you think? that's the reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas until they are extinct ***** I've been real
Huh and one time for the city hey uh
And two times for you yeah
And one time for the city hey hm
And two times for you hey
Them old niggas sayin'"Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine
All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain paintin' pictures of dope"
***** if you listenin' I'm paintin' pictures of hope huh
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' today he won't be the butt of somebody's joke
See me I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home soon
Was out chasin' h*es was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin' uh
So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this ****
Never sold a rock and look I made it *****
Huh and one time for the city yeah
And two times for you hey
And one time for the city yeah
And two times for you hey
Girl it's been so long I've been gone from you
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon' know our name uh
Ain't seen you smile in a while
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Oh oh oh